As of 4:21 this morning, I have a one year old.
A year full of surprise.
One of the happiest years of my life.
Most everyone who knows me probably placed bets that I would cry today.
Happy tears, of course.
But no tears for this gal.
Just like my wedding day.
Too happy to produce any tears.
Happy First Birthday to the sweetest little lady I know.
It was so wonderful to celebrate YOU this weekend.
And it really was a blast putting everything together.
Lots of planning.
All things I can do *by the way* with my newfound freedom.
I love freedom.
And I love being mentally present for these moments.
Your little soiree was quite the celebration.
Sweet *girly* presents.
The theme was Breakfast at Lyla's.
And completely Lyla.
I plan to write a party-detail post tomorrow.
But for today,
I just want to focus on you.
So happy birthday, Sweet Chunkin.
We love you more than we ever dreamed possible.
Thanks for one great year. ;)